Entering into the Hebrew month of Nissan, Passover is right around the corner.
If we were in Egypt, Pharaoh is just about ready to throw in the towel, having been battered by ten intense plagues. Freedom is so close you could almost smell it. Or could you?
The Jews had been slaves for 210 years, that is more than several lifetimes. Freedom was the stuff of fairytales, murmured as they lay another layer of bricks on the pyramids.
This was worse than Alcatraz. No water to swim through, no window bars to peer through. Would they even care to pick themselves up off their dusty cots and believe in Moses?
The Matzah tells us an incredible story of faith. They were so ready that when Pharaoh, himself a firstborn, came running to Moshe during the last plague, it was instantaneously "go time". At the drop of an Egyptian dime, an entire nation - over 600,000 - were en route. To the unknown. But to freedom. To a brand new life as the Jewish nation. And that they were absolutely certain of.
Perhaps, it was this very staunch faith, that merited the redemption.
In our own lives, it may look dark at times, but keep believing. The light at the end of the split sea tunnel is surely right around the bend.
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